my dearest darlingest sweetest-blog-entry-writer (see: 15 Ways to Love Me) pixi-dust and i had supper with our baby friend and the baby's two best friends [read: parents]...this baby exudes Contentment...Contentment sat in a chair and was cool with just looking around for the hour-and-a-half that the Big People sat there...this lovely display of existence has got me contemplating about whether i actually envy this state, in which the person's life is corrupted by every subsequent second, in relation to, say, a ninety-year old who has been through all that shit and is now potentially at a releasing point...furthermore, this gets me thinking about the probability of memory loss in both my parents and myself, and speculating that it may be a catalyst to achieving that zen-baby state once again...in any case, i have decided to keep loving babies till my heart nearly explodes, and always look to them for answers to my most sublime questions...but i'll save my jealousy for the ninety-year olds...i have more of a chance of conquering it, that way...